Strings

I am the marionette,
And you are my puppet master.
I dance to the beat of uncertainty,
Unsure if I want the strings cut loose.

You hold me,
I am precious.

Your doll to dress and love,
Yet my arms are at your will.
I feel a thousand things for you,
Never once made one decision.

We waltz,
1,2,3.

You are my puppet master,
And I am the marionette.

End

A dam ruptures.
One after another,
Each crack begins to spread.
It spiders out,
And eventually weaves it's self into a web,
The beginning of destruction.
Each starting point is insignificant,
A fluke,
And in the end results in death.

Silence.

Silence.
There's a demand that can never be fed,
A hunger in which we can never fill.
The rush of cars in a big city or the pop of gunfire,
Dogs barking or the chain link fence clinking.
Children cry out as the noise fills their heads,
The darkness not enough shelter.
Palms pressing ears they listen,
And even the sound of their own breathing too much.

Break

She stumbles,
Spewing everything she has gathered
From the last fuck up.
Onto the ground,
Her fingers scrape the pavement
Trying to pick up any shattered remains,
Until they're raw,
Bleeding,
And unrecognizable chucks of
Bone-flesh.

Dry

Drain me
Pull me away from everything.
My friends are no longer mine,
But people who should be distent.
Balance isn't in their vocabulary anymore
Compassion is never recognized.
Her lips press his and it's over,
Dry.

Pretend

She captured me
Showed me what imperfect happiness was
Let me hold her heart and feel it shutter when
My fingers brush her face
Teeth graze her skin softly
Let my arms slide around her waist and lose myself.
Gone as you may be
I know now
There's always the word 'lie'
In believe
The word 'over'
In lover
and the word 'end'
In pretend.

The truth

I want you to take me
Lust for every imperfection
Thrive for every scar,
Every bruise,
And caress me like a goddess.
I want you to feel my unshaven legs,
Run your hands over them,
And love me.